A paraphrase from Voltaire: All I ask from Nature's God is a little farm in the country, well populated with tall, stately trees. That would make me happy. But if that god would see me truly joyous, he would show me my enemies, hanging from those trees.

Joy that an evil force is gone from the world is exactly the same as joy that a man has died. To imagine otherwise is hypocrasy. Nil nisi bonum mortuis. But only if they were good.